During the duration of ancestors,
through the mighty pen, the
ancestors wrote about the life as a slave,
it is un fortunate that we as a people
Continue to sing the same songs.
Through time we continue to accept
the negative fertilities of wanting to be
slaves, nevertheless freedom has
already been given through God,
such a catastrophe we continue
to teach our children, that they
are less than a people, by feeding
them with toxins, that they shall
continue to fight for freedom,
freedom was
Came with the proclamation of life,
pain that continues to flow threw
the blood stream, assist to human
mental suicide, views of who and what is the black man?

Nevertheless, our ancestors felt the crack
of the whip, they continue to write the
words of freedom and fought that man
would no longer, emancipate the theory
of them being slaves, Harriet Tubman,
Soldier Truth, Phillis Wheatley, poems
in which they continued to up lift the
Negro’s in a time of slavery, bitterly
pleads for freedom from slavery.
"Aint I A Woman"

Almighty power of the pen, victory of
the spoken words, Spirituality,
the blue print of survival, believing
in one God, poetry was for the
cause of abolition and freedom,
a will to live, under all odds, dignity
without cowardly conformity, poetry
was dedicated to slavery and its abomin
able practices and abuse.

Paul Laurence Dunbar black prodigy, and many
Successful black poets and educators,
Did not live through the eyes of being
a slave, they educated themselves, to deliver
Those who were caught up in self-hatred, In
this world order, symbolic images, of the past,
man who refuse to break the chains, the rotten roots of life.
Self-death assisted, through the tunnel vise mind.
"I Am Old Enough To Dye"

During the days of slavery, our ancestors
educated themselves, in a new arena of
thought, man continues to cry, freedom
when man refuse to motivate and educate
their own, understanding the struggles
of our ancestors was a heritage, not a
death, it taught that man can be the
great man he is, with education, spirituality,
motivation, faith, unity
A true soldier in Gods army, To be a
woman the obligation to our roots, is
to educate the emancipation freedom
of the mind, if we continue to teach
our children that they can not function
in society, they will continue to live
through the televise mind of destruction.

To be a productive citizen of ; we must
teach our children accountability to self
is a major objective, there are know chains
that bound our children to education.
Many role models who have
demonstrated this as a fact.

To live in a mind of slavery man is already dead.

I visit, through illusions,
I am the spirit,
without form, I have felt the pain,
of enslaved nations,
I had to dye to relieve your pain,
the redeemed of change,
the light the entrustment for rebirth

Conventional Understandings,
no power over God’s house,
the creation designated for rebirth.

Holy dwelling,
until eternity of eternities.
Spirits of thoughts, to comfort great
Meditation the sanctuary of thought,

The spirits flow through the Universe,
Thou shall never be lost.
Sanctify all the beginnings,
To the rightful place,

The honor, which we give to God.
The turning of life, the beginning of death,
the resurrection of the soul, has now taken place.

Through the evolution of eyes that looks through a transplant
window that no one can see.
Courage that is hidden in a box without an opening
are without and end.
A color that no one can see.
Formulations of transparent dust.
yesterday blends with tomorrow
and the reflections slowly fade away
revealing the changes of passing time

No heritage that relates to the living are the past.
Reluctant of who the commentary of the lost.
Like doctor Jackal and Mr. Hyde
Seductions of the colorless shades
Of seminarians Coleus orated .
Cobwebs from the consistent,
Darken corners continue to gather dust

Stain glass windows without reflections
No image that precedes unwise of the
Symbolic sources that cannot be seen.
Obscene suggestions of who is and who could it be.
Life that lives within the sources of the spirit
Formations that has no deliverance
Darken through florescence of lights
A color that has no reflection within
the morning and night.​